Mar. Mark but these two Lines.
Mrs. Wellf. Madam, I have heard 'em already; you know you repeated every word of your Play last Night.
Mar. I hope, Mrs. Wellfed, the Lines will bear the being heard twice and twice, else 'twou'd be bad for the Sparks who are never absent from the Play-house, and must hear 'em Seventeen or Eighteen Nights together.
Mrs. Wellf. How Madam! that's Three or Four more than the Old Batchelour held out.
Mar. Madam, I dare affirm there's not two such Lines in the Play you nam'd: Madam, I'm sorry I am forc'd to tell you, Interruption is the rudest thing in the World.
Mrs. Wellf. I am dumb. Pray proceed.
Mar. Pray observe.——
My Scorching Raptures make a Boy of Jove,
That Ramping God shall learn of me to Love.
My Scorching——
Mrs. Wellf. Won't the Ladies think some of those Expressions indecent?